[Nigma]

I was spawned inside a nasty cunt with balls the size of apricots
Was a toddler when my father died, been gone since I was half a month
Raised myself on God’s advice with solemn psalms and black chalk
In my teen years I was always high, chopped ganja, lines, a scarred past
I’d get OC free from doctors for so long they made their mark last
But in deep I know the only thing that coke increased, my bar tabs
The drips it leaves behind combined with no sleep equals garbage
Still I’d grown a seasoned toker, I was smoking trees like tarzan
A broken breed of art came with older days of bowls and haze
I’d write to drain my soul of pain, I’d pull it through my swollen veins
When thrown on pages, load the net and post it till the poets praise it
Only way to go on sanely, penning parts while heavy hearted
And set on the target I’m deadly, a marksmen
Draining the fluid while emptying cartridges
Mugged and then cradled it, fed to my arms
A dissection of morales so dark and decayed
This a part of me, barred in the start of my day
In my heart it remains such a party of flavors
What seems hardly a taste has me partly awake
And my arms and feet shaking, heartbeat is racing
In a harlequin state till I sever this bondage
I'm the same as you pretend to be, but energies darker
I contain it, but it’s besting me, my senses are sharpened
Since the days are fading, never seen, my heads in the coffin
Already dead but part of me is setting out onward
Because pain grows exponentially when exits an option